Ok, is everyone ready to finish this one off? ;)

Valerie: Certainly.

Daphne: *nods* I am.

Lauren: Me, too.

(Mike just sneezes. :p)

(We open at the Pad. Emma leans over something in the stove. Lauren, Daphne, Leah, Lizzie, Katie, Robbie, and the twins all await what she's just baked in the table at the kitchen and by the coffee table in the living room.)

Emma: Ooh, here it is! It looks good! (Emma brings out a large, soft orange bundt cake) Orange Cake, made with fresh California oranges!

Bob: (As Emma slices the cake and starts passing slices around) Hi, Em. Where's Mike?

Emma: Upstairs with the other two, getting over the flu. Yes, he got it, too.

(Noisy sneeze from upstairs.)

Bert: Where's Valerie?

Emma: Val's at work. She had Headquarters business today. She said she could take care of it in her office and keep Jordan there with her.

Katie: (From the living room) Mama, can we have cake, too?

Emma: Of course! Hold on, gang. I just had to give the little guys theirs first. (She brings slices of cake to the twins and Katie.)

Katie: Yum! You make the best cake, Mama!

Emma: Thank you, sweetie. How about you kids? (Pats Shelly on the head) Are you and your brother enjoying the cake?

*The twins both nod, their mouths full.*

Bert: What happened to Blossom Lilyfair?

Emma: She's currently in jail, awaiting sentencing on kidnapping, drug, and smuggling charges. Turns out that "friend of her father's" removed that plant from South America illegally, though Blossom claims she didn't know about that and had no part in it.

Bob: Does she still have wrinkles?

Emma: As far as I know from the pictures I've seen of her since then, yes, she still looks like she did the other night. I doubt they have skin-replenishing cream in prison. :p

Bert: What about all those missing people?

Emma: Maura Pennyman did send a crew out to find them. It was like Honeywell said. They found them in older Moonglow factories in plush little prisons. They looked like centuries-old prunes. Yes, they were given samples of the cream before Blossom's lab boys hit on the pearl dust/chemicals/plant juice combo. The juice alone, or in earlier chemical combinations without the pearl dust, dried them out much too quickly and ended too fast, leaving them looking like they were a hundred years old.

Bert: The pearl dust must have been what slowed down the process.

Emma: (Nods) Right. Maura says she, Desmond, and their lab team are still working on all of the details.

Bob: What about Moonglow Cosmetics and the Fountain of Youth Line?

Emma: Moonglow Cosmetics still belongs to Blossom, but it's not known for how much longer if she ends up in prison. Needless to say, the Fountain of Youth creams will never be made available to the general public. CIS people raided the Moonglow Cosmetics factory in LA and found the secret lab with the smuggled plant samples. The plant has been confiscated. The CIS will keep a few samples to experiment on, and the others will be given to horticulturists here and in the plant's native Venezuela. (Grins) And yes, I got my exclusive scoop. The story runs front-page on the Register tomorrow.

Bert: What is it you guys have against make-up and looking nice, anyway?

Emma: Make-up in general doesn't bother me. Neither does dressing up. I do like to wear skirts every now and then, and sometimes, it is fun to be feminine and flirty. (Shrugs) But not everyone wants to be that way. Some people aren't into dressing up, and as nice as make-up can make you look and feel, it can be a pain, too - always smudging, having to be put on JUST the right way, making a mess of your vanities and drawer tops, not coming off unless you scrub your face, and being of no help to people with faces prone to break-outs.

Lauren: Those reasons Em just mentioned are the exactly why I don't like make-up. I'm just not into dressing up. *shrugs*

Emma: I don't mind looking nice. It can be fun to dress up every now and then. It's just that I don't get into it. I don't care about fashion. Most fashion nowadays is ugly as sin. Day-glow paisley tops, tight polyester tops, flared pants so wide you can barely walk in them, knit tubes with smocking that makes a woman look like a little girl, lacy gowns with high necks. You don't need to be a slave to fashion to look the way you want to look. If something that's currently "in" happens to be something you like that looks good on you, more power to you. I just don't have a bosom that's made for tight polyester, empire waists, and peasant blouses.

Mike: Darlin'? Darlin'! (He comes downstairs, followed by Micky and Davy)

Emma: Mike, what are you doing out of bed?

Mike: Tell him (points at Micky) to stop hoggin' all the comic books! Oh, and can you bring Black Beauty upstairs? I wanna work on some songs.

Micky: You want me to read, snore, or whine?

Emma: Knock it off! (But Davy comes downstairs the second she says it)

Davy: As long as isn't someone's 'ead...

Emma: It may be if you three don't cut it out! No Mike, I am NOT going to give you Black Beauty. You're supposed to be RESTING, not reading comic books or working on songs!

Mike: But I'll go crazy if I don't do SOMETHIN'!

Emma: You are doing something! You're supposed to be resting and letting the cold medicine we gave you do its thing.

Micky: All I know is I've been doing nothing but sleeping for four days. I've had it up to here *puts one hand over his head* with resting. I'm going stir crazy! Besides, I'm not stuffed up or sneezing anymore. I just feel achy from sitting on my butt for so long.

Emma: You're still not %100 percent better, and until you are, you will rest.

Mike: But Emmmmm....

Emma: Don't even start with me, Robert Michael Nesmith. You ARE stuffed up and sneezing. You, especially, need to take care of yourself and take the medicine and REST!

Mike: Em, I'm not...not...not... (sneezes loudly)...that bad.

Emma: That sneeze was loud enough to be heard on several neighboring planets.

Katie: Aw Papa, I rest when I'm sick!

Emma: See? I'll bet the twins rest when they don't feel well, too, and THEY don't whine about it!

Mike: Em, this ain't no fun!

Emma: No Mike, being sick often isn't fun, especially when you're an adult, but sooner or later, everyone gets over it. (Kisses her finger and presses it to his forehead) If they've had plenty of rest, liquids, and medicine, of course.

Mike: (Sighs) Darlin'...

Micky: *goes over to Lauren and kneels on the floor next to her easy chair* Babe...

Lauren: Alright Mick, geez... *puts a hand to his forehead* Well, your fever's gone, and you don't sound nasally or congested anymore...

Davy: *grins* So 'e gets a clean bill of 'ealth?

Mike: Maaaannnn....

Daphne: Don't sound so happy, Davy.

Lauren: Yes, Mick, you may rejoin the land of the living.

*Micky whoops, then runs back toward the rooms to get his regular clothes.*

Mike: What ab...abou...abou.... (sneezes loudly again) me?

Emma: (Puts her hand on his head) Good lord, you're burning up! Lauren or Daphne, get me a glass of orange juice or water for him. No way young man, you'll be marching right back upstairs and staying there until you're completely well!

Daphne: Be right back! *heads for the kitchen; returns moments later with a large glass of orange juice*

Mike: Aw man... (He does finally take the orange juice) This is...this is... (sneezes again)...silly.

Emma: Taking care of yourself isn't silly, Mike. Now go to sleep.

(Mike goes upstairs with his orange juice, grumbling all the way.)

Daphne: You know, *turns to Davy* you're sounding a lot better, too. *goes to him and feels his forehead* You're not warm anymore, either.

Davy: Does that mean I'm free, too?

Daphne: Yes, it does.

Davy: I'll be right back! *heads off to change, passing Micky on the way...they give each other a high-five*

Emma: I hope they don't brag to Mike about being let off the hook.

Katie: Is Papa sick?

Micky: *returns* Now, would I do that?

Emma: Yes, he's sick, Katie. I think he has the flu. He'll have to stay upstairs and in bed until he gets well. (Smiles) We'll make him some chicken soup. (Turns to Micky) Because you got a clean bill of health and he looks like he's ready to fall over.

Micky: *sighs* You may not believe it, but I do draw the line somewhere. *shakes his head* I wouldn't do that to him. It's bad enough just being sick.

Bert: So, what's on the calendar for next month?

Emma: Before he caught the flu, Mike told me he wanted to take us all down to Texas again, the kids too. He wants to visit Aunt Kate, and there was something about a poker tournament...

*Micky cracks his knuckles, grinning.*

Bob: Poker?

Emma: (Puts up a hand) I don't know anything about it. He said it was something about a riverboat cruise and a poker tournament. (Grins at Lauren) You should enter that. I saw you at the poker table with Mike and the Martians at the anniversary party in February. You were really good.

Lauren: *grins* I'd love to join in!

Micky: *groans* Babe, that's not fair to everyone else! You'll kick our butts!

Lauren: Oh well.

Emma: I don't know. Mike's been playing poker all his life.

Lauren: I was beating him, too...

Emma: If you were beating him, then you have more than a fair chance. I think you should both sign up. (Looks at Micky) Why don't you join them? You're not bad.

Micky: I was leaning in that direction.

Emma: And you could both keep Mike from getting any crazy ideas. He's still upset about the money you all lost when "Head" flopped. I'm afraid he may do something desperate.

Micky: Who, Mike? Naaah.

Emma: That's not everything I'm worried about. (Frowns) I talked to Valerie this morning before she left for work. Someone sprang Peter from jail. He should be home in a few days.

Bert: Did Valerie finally cave in and do it?

Emma: That's the strange part. Valerie didn't do it. She's still considering divorce. Her father didn't do it, and neither did Peter's parents.

Lauren: Interesting.

Emma: Peter didn't tell Valerie who let him out. She assumes it's one of his friends from the Valley.

Bob: Are they still selling the Montgomery House and Peter's instruments?

Emma: Valerie said she was still considering it, but she wants to talk to Peter when he gets home.

Katie: Mama, Jordan's sad. He wants his Papa. He says so.

Emma: I know, honey. I feel so bad for Jordan. He loves his parents so much, and he's caught in the middle of this.

Katie: Jordan thinks Unca Peter doesn't like him anymore.

Emma: Katie (she goes to her daughter and takes her hand), Jordan's papa loves him very, very much. He's just having a hard time right now. Uncle Peter and Jordan will be all right, you'll see.

Bert: Where did you come up with the idea for this one?

Emma: We wanted to put a little spin on our annual spy caper. We hadn't done a story with just the girls tomorrow, so we figured, why not have a bunch of female spies?

Bob: Where did you get the name "Blossom Lilyfair?"

Emma: I wanted something that sounded like a female James Bond villain. The "Lilyfair" actually came from a ballerina character in an 80s girl’s series, Rose Petal Place.

Bert: I think Lauren should take us to the credits. She's the one who finally took Blossom Lilyfair down.

Lauren: *waves to the camera* If we don't see you by then, have a great Fourth of July!

Emma: And we hope you had a wonderful Father's Day. See you next month!

(Cut to the credits. "The Girl That I Knew Somewhere" plays over the credits and scenes from the "production." We end with "A Raybert Production" over a still of Emma, Valerie, Lauren, Daphne, the Abbies, the Angellettes, and Barbara Marion in a group shot on the fashion show stage.)